Existence is pain
Vincent POV
I laid her on her bed and watched her drift away. I hesitated to stay and watch, but I wasn't ready to let her go; even if I risked her waking, confused. The room was chilled, the warmth we created gone. Even touching her didn't feel the same. Somehow, her memories—her emotions—drove this love I felt, and now that she was gone, it was too.
Please, my dear, live well and be happy.
That night would have to haunt me forever. Better my heartache over losing her than watching her die like my dear Adeline. Better my soul dies than her.
My world, my freedom, would be over. I returned to my father to fill him in on the news. I would step in line and spare my very humanity that loss. My brother stared me down when I arrived, terrified what I may do to him. He had used Kavielle against me, and for what? He would have been the golden child; like he had wanted for so long. Why would he stop that from happening?
